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"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Someone clobbered through the Royal Library, and this augured another terrible day for the servants organizing the library's aisles or copying the old documents. Many idle hands, there to fill the place and ensure tranquility, scurried away from the source.

This was another of those "days" where the curator of the sands was irate and would seize any occasion to unleash that fury.

Many knew the reason why: as many of the Ascended sent on the battlefield, Renekton had been forced to maintain his presence there. And in return, this mere information was enough to turn sour the emotions of Nasus.

Imposing, covered in black fur when it wasn't of his golden armor, Nasus loomed above any mortals by virtue of his ascension. Former human, like them, the elevation to Godhood had granted him an immortal body along with bestial features: those of a jackal. His long muzzled had its teeth exposed at the moment, and his azure eyes scowled at any presence, though he made an effort to be patient.

Well, especially towards those sods that ran with so much vellum in hands, they were bound to let one or two falls. He had something better to do than to scold manchildren...

Well, he did not. But the Scholar desired to be alone, and that's why he trudged toward the deepest part of the Library. Most of the building had expanded with the apogee of Azir, the young but immortal Emperor providing funds and attention towards the Empire's principal seat of knowledge. That, along with his strange fawning over a few Ascended.

Still! The center of the Library had never changed, and it was there Nasus had established his little sanctuary as he descended the stairs leading to the vast circular room, adapted to his kin.

The bookshelves, against the walls, were filled with his favorite books, trinkets gifted by Renekton, or tokens of appreciation. Some silky couches had been installed here and there to provide comfort to guests, humans or not; while a lone desk with a chair sat in the middle of it. The air was filled with a smell of myrrh incense, though its intensity had reduced over time and was not as potent as...

Well, when Renekton was there.

With a quick glance, Nasus verified there were no servants in the room, and it had been adequately cleaned up before he lit another incense and attached it to a sconce, then directed his gaze to a bookshelf. Placed inconspicuously close to a tiny case and other trinkets, there was a golden key lying there. Large enough to be picked by his furred fingers, the Jackal almost caressed the metal and took it up.

"Thump!"

Something, someone was descending the stairwell, someone massive. Probably another Ascended, but who? All meetings had been handled and adjourned, most of the requests fulfilled, and even the documents transactions were to be done in a week.

Leaving him only hope.

The sight of those green and cream scales, that stupid but innocent grin, and those words: "Surprise."

Biting his lips, Nasus picked the key against his palm and stood there, silent. Frozen in place. If it was Renekton, he-

"Care to welcome a guest, Curator?"

The voice was bass, and the notes shook the Jackal to his bone as he released the key and faced the newcomer. Another Ascended, or rather the most sought Ascended before Nasus and Renekton.

Broad shoulders, leathery black skin, long arms, wide stance: the Elephant had become the subject of every discussion within the capital and the temple. And with reasons: with that golden gaze, those tusks ornate with gold, and the ebony hair tied in his back, the warrior displayed an eerie charisma. Perhaps it was those hooded eyes, with a tinge of coal to increase his scowl, or the white teeth revealed in his smile whenever he raised that trunk in a salute. In any way, he always caught the attention of scrupulous men.

"Ravan. I did not expect you in my office. Azir does not miss you?"

"Oh, starting with the hostilities then. Azir is busy, and I wanted to see the disgraced Curator for once. I heard about our brothers and sisters... And your brother."

The Elephant chuckled, his trunk dancing whenever he spoke with that soothing voice. However, the words were careful to mention disgraced.

Though the term was not the exact truth, it came close to it concerning the Ascended brothers. As Azir ascended too, first of his kin, and became the immortal Emperor of Shurima, Nasus and Renekton were his most trusted generals.

Each plea, each decision, was met with the presence of the brothers in a triumvirate in which Nasus benefited from the utmost importance. At last, he was the scholar, and all requests ended with his approval or refusal.

A perfect situation for the Empire that had prospered for... What? The last fifty years? And had expanded its borders in all directions? All the threats from the Void had been dealt with, and the army was changing into a civilian force as the entire continent would be conquered in a few months.

But this order, Ravan ruined it.

Older than the brothers and holding next to no influence in the court, he seemed to have ravished the mind and desires of the Emperor by an unknown power.

The triumvirate broken, and Azir only listening to the whispers from his lover, the curator had been relegated to his Library again.

All while he watched the decadence of Azir, the requests from the Emperor who had gone haywire and perverted. No... The Empress now, as he desired to call himself.

"Nasus?"

The bass voice was nearer, and Nasus swiftly returned from his thought to see the man a finger away from the room's center. And straightening himself, the Jackal moved along while he began offering some dry biscuits and a lukewarm tea that had been staying there. Alas, he could thank his stewards for their efforts.

"Here. I do not eat much or indulge in promiscuous summits." Said Nasus, his voice filled with bile while his guest sat.

Ravan wore no armor, but a silky attire proper to a dignitary, though outsized. That way, he looked more refined than most of their peers. Or perhaps he was setting the trend among the Ascended. No longer a Host, they were spreading thin. Some found purposes on their own by trading weapons for clothes and robes. Nasus, though, still experienced the need to honor his armor.

"Oh, I am fully aware of what kind of promiscuous situations you have been in. But I am no-"

"What kind?"

There was no flinching from Ravan despite the interruption. And with a calm attitude, he picked a biscuit.

"As I said. I am no critic, and I come here to extend a hand to you. An olive branch if you prefer."

"What kind of situations?"

Again, Nasus repeated with a harsh tone. The frustration he sensed with the absence of Renekton was exacerbated by that... Pushover from Nerimazeth. A former slave who proudly bore his marks on the back.

And Ravan, again, answered with equanimity.

"You and Renekton. And before you recuse my words, remember I share such a relationship with Azir."

Nasus scoffed but sat before the Elephant, noting how those calloused hands delicately worked the imported porcelain from the East.

"It does not give you the authority to slander me."

"I offer peace, Nasus. And I understand what you must feel, alone and without your... Lover."

"He... You... Damnit Ravan. What do you want? Don't you have a region to administer by yourself? Or deals to strike up?"

Nasus swatted the stale air as smoke wisps began to reach their seatings.

"I do. Though I desired to halt a potential mistake."

And in a snap of a finger, something flew through the air and landed in the Elephant's hand. A key, golden. The key.

And the azure eyes went wide.

"Yes, I also know about this secret. And many others."

Blackmail it was then, and the eyes frowned. Magic gathered at the tips of Nasus' fingers, ready to oppose words with might for once. However, he stilled when the Elephant shook his head and tapped the vacant space on the couch beside him.

"Flames are worthless, same as fighting. We could break the key and make the situation more arduous for you. How would you explain an Ascended is wearing a trinket at his brother's effigy?"

And with that, all velleity from Nasus vanished. Even the anger subsided to let fear supplant. Ambling, the Scholar sat beside the Elephant who smiled... And offered a cup of lukewarm tea with one hand, the key in the other.

"Before I talk about what I offer, I would like to see what trinket Renekton has gifted you. And you can remove that scowl from your face. It does not suit a Scholar like you."

Ravan's voice was suave at the moment, the eyes drawn to each detail of Nasus' figure. And more particularly, his skirt. An elaborate piece of clothes, weighed down by steel so it wouldn't flail in windy weather. But now they were seated, it was easy to push aside the green-dyed silk and reveal the price beneath.

Stainless, cleaned, and shining in the lamps' light, stood the gift of Renekton. A golden chastity cage whose shape represented a crocodile's muzzle, the eyes set with citrine of a slightly off color: not here for their price but what they represented. And despite the closed mouth, both Ascended could observe Nasus' oozing urethra through the opening up front.

Below, taut by the circle beneath the scrotum, the testicles of the Ascended were exposed. Despite the hair being coated in sweat, they did not give off any musky scent but rather a perfume.

A shameful sight. Which was exacerbated by Ravan's trunk moving closer and inhaling the delicate scent loudly.

"You prepared yourself for Renekton. What a shame, Nasus." Began the Elephant, his appendage moved lower to caress the scrotum.

Nasus instantly hissed, his eyes frowning.

"Do- Do not touch me. I accepted to-"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Are you using that fitful attitude with your brother? Or am I hearing a pathetic lie?"

Ravan responded while waving left and right with the key before the azure eyes. "I am not Renekton, and neither am I like them. You can fool many an Ascended with your skittish attitude, not me."

The trunk grazed the soft hair, sending shivers through Nasus' spine. But the younger Ascended managed to keep his mind still and his body under control.

His breath was steady, regular. And with the utmost caution, the Deity inhaled through his nose. Beyond the scent of myrrh and the perfume, others permeated the room: drying ink, fresh paper, dust. Then sweat... And a more pungent scent. Rough, virile, heady.

Whose source was... Ravan. The same who grinned while inching closer to the Jackal.

"So... Here is my olive branch."

He added while extending his open palm with the key in it. He offered, almost histrionic. But as soon Nasus picked up the key, those onyx fingers clutched his wrist and pulled the Jackal closer. The scent was more intense, almost burning his flaring nostrils.

He hissed, grunted, and pulled on his wrist though the iron grip kept him at an inch... Closer to that oily skin and those malicious golden eyes. Captivating his mind, his soul.

"What do you want?"

"To say this. I will keep you and your brother's secret. Know you are safe with me, and Azir. Many will judge you."

"Then what? Is that all?"

Growled the Jackal, exhausted of the former slave. Before his wrist was released, and he pulled back. Right then, the Elephant raised both hands. Before he lowered them, once Nasus stopped his growl, though they remained close. Awfully close.

And though the Jackal should have found offense in the Elephant's presence, there was something... Soothing from him, from the warmth that radiated from him, the calm.

Sighing, Nasus scooted a bit further while holding the key.

"This is all. No blackmail, no manipulation, or grand schemes in which I manipulate you for some... Influence."

"Influence? I imagine you've far enough of it from Azir, managing to secure the Emperor all for yourself."

"... Empress. And far from it. The throne has no real pull than what the court gives, and Shurima remains divided. Ascended, Noble, Priests, Generals, Azir. Despite claiming the whole continent, sharing the Empire remains a hassle... And the end to slavery had caused many rifts among the factions."

The platitudes of Ravan represented a speech Nasus had heard numerous times, though one detail captivated the Scholar's attention. Each faction had been given a tone, an assertive note in their nomination, but for Azir.

"You seem disinterested, Curator."

"I am. I have heard those discourses too many times to grant them any attention. You can find the exit on your own?"

Already, Nasus was moving away, inching further from the source of that heady perfume, that warmth tingling his extremities, that soothing presence. He preferred, at last, to languish in Renekton's abs-

"I also bear a gift from Azir."

The Jackal froze and fixated on the Elephant, who beckoned with one finger while the lascivious hand lowered and reached for the clothes he wore. Lavish, dark-dyed with some strands of red, the Ascended's robes were delicately handmade. Though their complex pattern revealed simplicity when two fingers pinched the textile and peeled it away... Revealing something both heinous and enthralling. In the sanctity of the Library, the Black Elephant disclosed a sweaty, big black cock. Its shape was girthy, with a median ring, only to end with a flared tip. The ebony skin revealed no fault while the veins throbbed beneath, bringing life to the half-mast big enough to reach the man's knees.

For a human, knee-length would be magnificent. But for Ascended, whose heights towered above the crowd, that cock seemed like a weapon.

And coated, delicately waxed, the shaft stood up. A mixture of white fluids dripped from its length by releasing a potent aroma that could only come from the male itself, his seed, and the scent of... Of a rich perfume, only used by someone influential and arrogant enough to suffer it. Azir.

Despite the perfume and Myrrh's essence, Nasus could notice and inspire the fumes emanating from the shaft. And feel... Puny.

Weak, inferior, incapable.

He could move away, thrash, or even recuse the Elephant. But at arm's reach, he stayed, tantalized by that vision. Before he was reminded to himself, by a hand brushing his ass.

"Of course, you can refuse it."

Shaken to his core, Nasus stopped and bit his lips to the point of drawing blood. And pressed his temple, containing his emotions.

"Give me a reason not to immolate you."

"Besides invoking the ire of Azir? You want it, you are lonely... And coveting what's better than yours."

"I am not!"

Shouted the Jackal, instantly for his words to be silenced by a calloused thumb brushing his lips, wiping... A drop.

"Without Renekton to satisfy you... No, even with Renekton satisfying your needs, you dream of something better, bigger... Aren't you?"

Again with that smile, the trunk delicately raised as it moved and stroked the Jackal's neck, then breathed against his ear... A resounding echo enraptured Nasus while he felt his cage damp.

"I-"

"Do not say it, act."

Now, the Elephant's voice stood firm. And just as firmly, he hooked a hand behind the Jackal's ears and pulled him down. Not forcefully, without any resistance. He guided Nasus to between those legs, to those tantalizing fumes.

Drool dripped on the ebony skin, coalescing with the cum and sweat. All before the lips opened, and a kiss was deposited on the organ.

"MRPHHH!"

"Azir said the same before I filled his tight Shuriman's mouth."

The heavy hand still gripped Nasus' ears. It beckoned to savor and appreciate the flesh against his lips and tastebuds. The luscious taste of cum, not even tart or aggressive, the salty sweat... Even the skin, whose leathery texture revealed a strong fragrance once in mouth.

"This is your empress cunt you're tasting. Impaled on my cock. You love it, don't you?"

And those heady scents, they rushed through his nostrils. They assaulted his senses, his mind and did not care for opinions. Whether disgusting, pleasing,

"Nfrmph" Gulp, the voice of the Jackal had been reduced to silence while the hand stroked his neck, pulled on the skin, then relaxed its grip. Again to resume, stealing moans from the poor Scholar who was left swallowing and licking the pungent coat on that massive cock.

Beneath his tongue, the veins pulsated with more intensity, and the half-hard mast slowly erected. It gained another inch in the process and defied anatomy as it rose. And forced Nasus to pull back as much as the hand behind permitted. Until he was face down towards the black cock, the flared end looking at him defiantly.

"Go on, Shuriman bitch. You got a taste, and you can't stop yourself."

No, Nasus could not. Even as he pulled back and saliva rushed to his mouth, the taste remained as strong as ever. The perfume assaulted his mind just as well, and he... he was needy. He felt the thirst in his throat, the tingle in his backside. More than that, the placating voice called him a bitch. It felt... Natural. Especially when those digits worked behind his ears.

"This is for you. Just for the proud Curator who needs a good reward. All those years working for the Empire. You can have it, a moment for yourself."

There was an underlying threat, honeyed words threatening the Jackal despite their conveyed assurance.

The ears lowered, Nasus finally loomed over the shaft. Concealed by the Jackal's shade, the black cock kept a glimmer while all pretenses were abandoned. Lowering the back and shoulders, guided by the mouth, the Jackal opened his throat wide. And at the verge of feeling his maw break apart, the tip pushed through.

Teeth almost grazed the leathery skin, but the Elephant bore no ill feeling nor fear towards Nasus.

"That's it, Nasus. It feels good, isn't it? To let someone think for you? This is why you allow Renekton to punish and cage you."

Without concern, Ravan's trunk moved to pick up the cup of tea and enjoy the last sip while the left hand pushed.

It pushed Nasus lower, forcing that length down the throat.

Glargl, guh. Akin to a broken instrument, Nasus' voice no longer carried words but sounds. Of that first inch pushing beyond the uvula or the slow progress within the esophagus. All underlined by the bulging Ascended's gorge.

Above him were the caress and the dismissive hand, the uncaring grin while the weight forced the Jackal to take another inch.

"You are enjoying it, am I right? Tasting a real man and his bitch. Hmm?"

The deep voice echoed through the room.

Another inch inside, the bulge grew... He would have stopped here with Renekton; he should have stopped by now. His breathing was a mere trickle of air, but he could not. Going down, the taste of Azir dissipated to give way to pure, unadulterated musk.

The skin was more leathery, more prone to capture the salty aroma of sweat despite the ablutions. And then... It stopped.

Or rather, Nasus stopped as his nose and chin laid against that groin. His eyes were teary and veiled, his mind veiled and despondent. How could he have missed this before? Of being with Renekton, of... Just letting this black cock be left without any mouth to worship.

This was his place, below that former slave from Nerimazeth.

Glrugh, his throat clenched though no saliva or fluids rolled through his mouth, instead for the muscles to grip and squeeze the massive shaft deeply inserted in him.

"Good... Good. Now, let me take care of your needs, whore."

Riiip, the skirt covering the Jackal's backside gave no resistance. Beneath stood Nasus' large rump, cheeks round by constant exercise, glutes perfectly formed and attractive. One derrière kept for Renekton only, yet explored by the calloused fingers of another man.

Ravan wasted no time to spit on that hand, then hook a digit between his cheeks. And pull the Jackal, push through the hole, leaving the poor slut panting and whining. Though the massive cock muffled his voice, though the large digit silenced his thought.

Therefore, with a constant back and forth, the Elephant lifted that generous backside, then plunged the fingers deep. He scoured and invaded, relentlessly working that orifice while its owner was the victim of lust.

There was no ending in sight; that hand was about to split him apart. It was so big, so girthy, even larger than Renekton's. And... And he was making him feel puny, incapable. His prostate, Ravan massaged it with such ease, such talent. Circled, pressed, squeezed. And he teared up...

His manhood teared up as drops escaped from the crocodile's maw onto the couch, staining and soiling it.

Ravan uttered no words, but the trunk gripping around Nasus' neck was his acknowledgment. Along with his desire for Nasus to work and get that reward.

Spit and sweat coated, the appendage pushed firmly and forced that indolent mouth. Up, down, up, down. He felt the massive shaft rub his tongue, palate, uvula, throat, even the vocal cords. This was absurd. This was impossible.

But with his stifled breath, hushed voice, veiled mind, and silenced thought, the Jackal became a toy for the Elephant.

"Hmm, your throat is not used to it. Still yourself, your body can endure it. Fighting and worrying will make it worse."

Stated Ravan as he pulled until the throat of Nasus was released, his mind cleared by the sudden influx of air. Breathing loudly by the nose, it was with the same teary eyes he looked up. And noticed the elephant breathing and guiding him.

"Deep breath, long and deep breath." He added, his trunk pointing the path from the throat to the lungs. And the Scholar inhaled...

He took a long breath, filled with the same musky scent... And lowered himself.

It-... It was necessary, it... Nasus needed to do this; even as he moved the mouth up and down of his own volition, heeded the grumbles and grunts from the Elephant.

Up and down, the throat bulged and relaxed. In this frenzy, with air lacking and his heart beating, he did not think, he did. He did work that shaft raw, slobbered over it, its base, the testicles... Until the trunk gripped his sore throat and halted him, all the way down.

His cheeks against the groin, Nasus sensed the slight contraction from the muscles. Even so quietly for the scrotum pulling up, the bulging shaft in his mouth. And then, the man came.

Ravan sighed in relief while his cock drowned Nasus' guts, making him feel heavier by the second. Each rope of cum throbbed through his uvula before it ended in his bulging stomach for what seemed hours.

"Hrmphh, enjoy my seed, Shuriman slave."

He managed to hear through the mindnumbing sensation of being filled by such a... Better man. Until the pleasure was removed. Pulling out, the Elephant did not even stop ejaculating and coated everything in his path: Esophagus, cords, uvula, palate, tongue. The pressure was so intense Nasus felt some of the liquid enter his nose, quenching it before he was finally liberated. And he coughed, spit, and cum. The luscious liquid dripped from the corner of the Jackal's mouth and his nostrils.

"Do you appreciate that big black cock?"

Merely asked Ravan, his lascivious carrying an arrogance unmet by Renekton. Compared to his brother, that Elephant dominated him utterly. He proved Nasus was... Nothing but a whore, a bitch for that black-dicked stud.

And there he stood up, his genitals exposed. Cum still dripped from the crocodile's mouth and coated his furred balls. But he disregarded the shame, instead turning and exposing his rump.

With both hands on the cheeks, the Scholar spread them like a shameless whore, exposing the gaped hole outlined by that lithe and sensual body.

"Ye-" Croaked Nasus, only to stop by hearing his cracked voice. But then, he smiled and looked over his shoulder. "Yes, master."

"Ha! Mo-More! I need it! Fill me! Take my ass!" Grunted the voice in desperation, each plea ended with another kiss with the former Emperor of Shurima, with the new Queen of the Empire.

Muzzle against beak, their tongue still intertwined as semen and spit were exchanged and shared. Only then for another cock to separate them again.

The Summer Palace, formerly the Eastern Palace, was a structure of marble polished by many slaves, then servants, and situated on the city's outskirts. Afar from the Temple, the politics or pleas from the court, was one of the refuges used by the emperors before Azir.

And now, the favorite place to frequent for the Emperor and a few friends of his.

With its ideal localization, along with a few tunnels beneath, it was perfect for some to meet but also to introduce them to a pleasure the Bird had been recently acquainted with.

And his screams of delight echoed through the Palace, only populated by servants approved by his lover's design, solemn souls sure to keep their mouths shut on what happened there. Or what had happened there.

For now, Azir remained in his private quarters for the pleasure of all to witness.

His hands attached upwards with cordages, the poor Bird was forced to stay on his legs and keep his balance, although the muscles had given out an hour or two ago. Now, with his hands' strength, he managed to stay on his feet, his arced back outlining the curves of this broken body.

Large asscheeks coated with cum and even piss, his spine decorated by runes and insults. The Emperor could no longer be described as lithe with how bottom-heavy he had become. His chest was swollen, each breast weighted down by the rings pierced through the plump nipples.

The falcon head, the blue eyes, and the grey feathers were unmistakable... Making it all the more painful for anyone to grasp a vision of the Emperor's manhood: shrunken, shriveled, sterile. Runes burned above the groin, the tiny nub of flesh left, the small taut scrotum.

Nerimazethian's runes in the forms of leaves, spades. And then, as Azir cried, a drop of fluids managed to ooze from the urethra onto the ground... Into a puddle: translucent, watery, tasteless.

Days and nights, Azir was attended by his guards in all forms, ages, and stature. All those men worked and used the contraptions to please the Emperor while Ravan left him unattended.

Though today, Azir had a guest.

Attached in the same way, the hulking giant at his side weathered the abuse with more ease. Covered in emerald and cream scales, the golden eyes blindfolded, the front teeth removed, Renekton was there.

And worshiping the offered black cock much like Azir, pleasing and licking the fortunate guards who seemed to enjoy the affection. Of those titans whose strength could have leveled cities.

Even though the General of the Empire, Renekton himself, looked just like his Emperor. His body was muscular, yes, but his genitals dripped all the same whenever someone raised his tail, stepped on the pedestal, and fucked that gaped ass.

And if his fluids were thicker and white, his cock hard and lengthy, his balls heavy and hanging, he was screaming all the same for someone to ruin his cunt. His hips rocked no different than Azir's. And he groaned in delight at each display of abuse or affection.

Though... It all came to an end.

Stomping steps forced the guards to hurry away, in a direction Renekton guessed. Why or what, he had an inkling of. A thought was confirmed when calloused fingers caressed his softened gums, knowing teeth would soon return to their due place, then removed the blindfold.

Ravan stood before them both, his feet sullied by the sterile and potent fluids of the Ascended while his form remained covered.

"I hope you enjoyed my wife's reception."

He began by snapping his fingers. Instantly, the binds were undone, and the two Ascended fell. But only Azir was caught up in the Elephant's powerful arms and steadily guided towards a couch, while Renekton fell on his knees and hands.

His breath uneven and uncontrolled, he fastened his golden eyes. And he stood up despite the sore muscles or his slight sway to move closer to the couple. A strange couple indeed, composed by the emasculated Emperor happily sitting on his lover's lap. Who was allowed to finger the Bird casually while their tongue met, while the trunk and chest danced.

"Hhh... I must thank you." Began Renekton, plotting by the couple. However, the distance was closed by Ravan when he scooted a hand behind Renekton and caressed his rump. Leading the crocodile to lean in an awkward position on his side, a few inches from the couple, while his gaped and creamed ass was worked up.

Then, the kiss broke. And golden eyes met with golden eyes. Though, some had lost all will to fight, to oppose, to show pride.

"Thank me for what?"

"For allowing me to partake in your... Intimacy." Whispered Renekton. And moaned as the hand reached for his inner and prostate. In a second, the General was left mewling and moaning like a bitch, with precum spurting from his cock.

"No... For teaching you Shuriman filth how to worship your betters and what is good for you."

Once again that voice, filled with scorn and anger... One revealed only to Azir... And Renekton recently.

It had been like this for a few months and never had Renekton thought he could embrace such a future.

The first time, it had been Azir inviting him in. At that period, the Emperor was not as plump or... Impotent. But the relative isolation of the crown had guided the General to accept the invitation and witness something peculiar.

That palace, devoid of usual guards or ascended. And the quarters of Azir furbished with contraptions made to adapt to mortals' sizes and Ascended alike. Renekton had thought about talking of small times, exchanging menial ideas. But it all broke down when a naked guard came... And used the Bird's mouth, who looked so pliable and willing.

It had been the first time he saw it, and Renekton still remembered his disgust of witnessing his Emperor sucking fat black cocks without shame.

But then followed lust.

The second time, Renekton caressed his bulging skirt. The third, he took the opportunity to masturbate. Then to let a human finger him on the fourth.... Until it broke down to this: Nerimazethian cum all over him, all thanks to Ravan.

Unbeknownst to Nasus, the Crocodile had become another slut for this massive Elephant. Though he still refused to wear the runes or partake in the capital. Officially, he was still on the front.

"You can leave, Pretty Bird."

Suddenly pulled back to reality, Renekton saw the couple kissing once more before Azir stood up and gave the Crocodile a conniving and mischievous wink. Only for the Bird to turn away and strut toward one of the adjacent chambers.

"You let him return to the Court all alone?" Asked Renekton, only to be rebuked by a guffaw.

"No, I'm not dull. Servants will clean that ass, perfume it, and have Azir back to the court through tunnels. The Priests and nobles are all too keen to hide the truth."

"... And you're letting them do that? I see how you look at Azir. So proud, so.."

"Perhaps, it is wiser to hide the truth before they're ready. But, I imagine this line of questioning is about you."

Renekton raised a brow and, in a chuckle, Ravan revealed his cock. Already half-hard and coated with precum, its pungent aroma filled the Crocodile's nostrils and enticed his mind. That, and the tap on the knees beckoning the slut to his rightful position.

One eagerly taken by the Warrior, his meaty ass spread the same way as his legs while his bare orifice stood a whisper away from the shaft.

There, in the cusp of those cheeks, the flesh throbbed and cajoled, making the reptile whine... And his cock aches with desire.

"Azir and I will always welcome such a good friend like you, Renekton. But it's getting more difficult to maintain the lies." began the tusked man, stroking the tense neck with his trunk.

"Yes, communications from the front may divulge-"

"That you are visiting your Emperor, worshipping men from Nerimazeth, slobbering over their cock instead of tending your own... Let alone your duties?"

"I- Hhh!"

With a loud smack, the firm hand covered those cheeks with bruises and lifted the ass enough to let the shaft rises... Caress the tail underside, then find way to the tight orifice. But as soon as the flared tip pushed in, the orifice opened. And swallowed it as it should have been.

In return, Renekton squirmed and bemoaned right when the pain of the penetration receded and let him enjoy the moment. Each pulse reverberated inside him as the bulge grew beneath the scales.

"You- cannot have it all, Renekton. The status, the relationship, the pleasure. You must choose, little Crocodile, unless you want to keep nothing."

"Bu-" Swallowed Renekton, then exhaled. "Nasus."

Of course, Nasus. Always that name in the Crocodile's mouth, even as a tongue prodded then silenced him. Carefully, the digits gripped the meaty ass and dragged it down. Lower until the orifice kissed the massive testicles.

Then lifted them, lifted the whole divinity as if it was nothing, in a steady movement.

"Are you planning to lie again? Or eternally? Or would he have to find out by following you here? Perhaps when you're requesting some Imperial guards to your side?"

The prick was cold, as cold as the whispers. Yet, it remained soft-spoken, contained. Each word brimmed with energy and truth.

"I am... I don't want to ruin his expectations. He is so..."

"Stringent? Close-minded? Arrogant? No need to sugarcoat it. You are afraid of what he could say."

His breath stolen, not only by the shaft punching his guts, Renekton nodded.

"I imagine we can extend another lie. How you returned from the front in advance to surprise him, and you took a detour to the Palace to ensure an important mission. An obvious lie, but Azir would do it for me... For you."

There, in a susurrus, the lips were against pressed, and the pace picked up. The extended schlick turned into a pistoning motion. Consonant with the groans as _Smacks_echoed in the room.

"You will return to the Temple at once, cleaned up and armored. But without any cloves for your breath, I want everyone to bear witness to this. And there will be a price for that lie."

Another moan as the tip rushed against the prostate, and precum poured from that useless pink shaft.

"You will keep your little moments with Nasus as you desire. But shall Azir or me call you at night, you will heed our order. Is this clear?"

And he slammed, bringing down the whole crocodile in a cry of pleasure and agony, of delight and desires. And he cried back... And smiled.

"Yes! Anything for you!"

The pace picked up, and the grunts grew into growls. The tusks scrapped the Crocodile's torso as much as the strong trunk coiled around his neck. Air, so needed, so desired. Those lungs inflated for an instant before his breath came to a wheezing whistle, then nothing.

A potent vice around his scaled neck, a death sentence as much as the shaft hammering his inners. Would not it be the gift of the Sun Disc, his body would have been unable to bear such abuse, such violence. One he desired, required, aspired to be the target off.

Pain and pleasure meddled, meddling, forming a choir within the Crocodile's mind.

His guts bulged and yet deflated by the second, the flared tip visible through the scales. A big black cock that blessed him, ruined him, squeezed his body until warmth remained. Numb, dull, empty warmth.

Until it was all that remained to his dwindling sense. The warmth that grew within him by the second: increased, soared, and roared! A roar, a cry, a shout to the sky as his silent voice was reduced to a wheeze. And his orgasm a pathetic spurt concealed beneath his inflating belly.

"You are such a pathetic whore. The guards will ensure you won't give away your desires."

Grunted the Elephant as he released that trunk. And let the crocodile inhale, exhale... And grin, grin with this flickering tongue flailing the air... A spade at its tip.

Their lips met in a dance that had been repeated so many times it now became perfunctory. One muzzle tilted on one side, the opposite for his partner. The tongues coiled, their salivas were exchanged. But for both, something was amiss. Was it the intense aftertaste they craved for?

Or a lacking presence as the hands explored a body exempt from wounds yet different?

For Nasus, the return of Renekton had been a surprise. A welcomed one as the messenger found him wallowing in the library and gifted one sentence: "Renekton has returned.".

He had run, coursed through the corridors, then the opened streets. In his wake, mortals and guards were left in awe and speechless as a titan in armor graced their lives for a mere instant before disappearing.

And for him to end at the city's limits, admiring Renekton return in a smaller procession, followed by the Imperial guards of Azir.

Of course, they talked about it. How the front was opening up, leaving room for Renekton to return and rest after he had made his announcement to Azir, who had promptly rewarded the general for his valiant effort.

Though now, they were back as they were before.

One lying over the mat, the second above him, in the sanctity of Nasus' bedroom. And they embraced, their body caressed by fervent hands that scoured and sought pleasure. Both brothers yearned for delight and satisfaction. They kissed once more, their breaths reduced to quickened inspirations and exultations. Claws and talons stripped gold and silk.

Until they were both naked and panting. Renekton, his body defined by the years of fighting: muscles wrought at the mere effort, scales undulating under the light. Nasus, whose azure eyes admired his lover, while his furred hands caressed that chest.

However, something was amiss.

Something they could not find, despite both acting as if it was of little importance. The legs were spread, revealing their manhoods. One encased in gold and whose size spelled humiliation for such an individual, one glistening with fluids and on the verge of ejaculation.

And they kissed again, their tongue ravishing in their search. For that aftertaste that remained, their nostrils dilated in that senseless research.

"N-... Nasus. I missed you."

Grumbled the Crocodile in a moan, lifting the ankles of his brothers to see his gaped and needy orifice.

"I did... Too. Brother."

Whispered the Jackal, inhaling a heady scent that never hailed from his kin.

His strength under control, Renekton lifted his hardening shaft and presented it to the stretched orifice. He sensed the familiar texture along with a slick presence. But at last, he did not need to prepare his brother for hours. Quite the opposite as he slid in easily, felt the inner walls barely clench over his length while he plunged deeper.

Until their hips met, and his cock pressed Nasus' distended orifice.

It was warm, ready, not perfect, and yet so pleasurable as he moved... As they moved in concert, in groans and moans.

"Renekton... I"

Before Nasus could utter a word, Renekton stopped him.

They craved and yearned for something. And it was why they embraced, why they tended to one another. But tonight, it was feeling too different. It was the same pistoning hips, the same rhythm, the same length within him. But Nasus definitely craved more...

For seconds, then minutes, their body jerked together until their muffled cries echoed through the room... And they laid one on another.

Renekton relaxed on his brother's chest as they savored that afterglow... Pitiful afterglow.

"Renekton..." Grumbled the Jackal through his heaving breath while stroking his brother's neck.

"Yes?"

"For how long will you stay?"

The strokes were steady, while the breath of Renekton turned into a deep growl... Then a sigh.

"Azir no longer requires my presence on the front, so for as long as he wants."

"Which will be for years..."

Stated the Jackal, sensing the warmth spread through his chest, along with the shame. A pain plucked at his heart as he had longed for this constant presence. And was not feeling the same desires as he did a few days ago.

"We will finally have time for ourselves, Nasus. Perhaps we could even journey together. The east is quite accommodating at this period of the year."

"... Like Nerimazeth?"

The question left Renekton musing; his thoughtful eyes moved below the lids. His muzzle tilted right, then left.

"Among other cities, yes. The old Solar Disc is still admirable. And you desired to study it, wouldn't you?"

"Among other subjects."

His eyes wandering, Nasus observed the ceiling of the chamber... The lack of decoration, the decrepit yellow paint. Perhaps it was necessary to renovate that place, again.

"Nasus?"

"Hmmm?"

Called by the voice, he returned to his brother, who was looking at him.

"I know this expression. Something is bothering you, and you'd rather have me pull those words one by one instead of telling me. Let's skip the mind games, would you?"

Renekton was right. Nasus' eyes were bagged, while creases appeared at their corners, and his maw remained stoic. Even his tense body divulged his apprehensions. But so was the Crocodile. Instead of sleeping or unleashing his legendary stamina, the Warrior lay there lazily.

"I have much to ponder about. Or rather not. I feel disgraced by the Emperor and do not know how to be esteemed in his eyes once more. How did you do?"

And even as he spoke, Nasus felt how hollow his words were.

"Honestly, I have... No idea how. When Ravan and Azir struck up, I was also distanced. But I guess I merely had to wait for our Empe-... Our Empress to come back on her own terms?"

Renekton's sentence was just as hollow. Yet, Nasus accepted it as he stroked Renekton.

By the window, he saw the sunlight disappearing behind the city's obsidian walls, bringing an end to the day... Soon, servants would come back, and some would enter to light the lamps.

They should have gone to the old baths. But now, Nasus pushed his brother's head.

"I'll see you later, brother. It's time to put back your armor."

A task more easily said than done, with Renekton's armor made of many pieces: undone with ease, fastened through efforts. However, they put it together before the servants' rounds through the corridors, torches in hand.

And with a kiss, he departed from the room by leaving behind his delicate fragrance, a smell recalling his brother's absence. A delight he could have enjoyed but had to forsake by shaking his beddings and airing them out. Scorn drawn on his face, he watched the servants' dance. He scorned those who separated his kin; he scorned himself for his inability to tell the truth... And scorned the helmet clinging to the ground.

Renekton's helmet.

In a heartbeat, Nasus retrieved the helmet. The metal was marred with blades' bite. But it was unmistakably of his brother... Who would return to him for it.

Though... This was the perfect opportunity.

He could not have told his brother before, but now... He possessed the perfect reason to go there. Perhaps there was a way to explain it, to give Renekton a reason why he let that pervert Elephant abuse him. It had only been one time. Nasus and Renekton were not married together, so there was no real fault. But he would do better, even if it meant refusing the presence of Ravan. That pervert would certainly come back, flaunting his massive black cock... But.

But he was better than this.

He was better than a mere whore as he walked through the corridors, sporting his armor once more. His steps heavy, weighted by regrets and fear; Nasus pressed on while holding the helmet close to him.

The walk towards Renekton's quarters was a bit far, as the Crocodile maintained the distance with the other Ascended. He had settled for a set of rooms in the furthest expanses of the west wing. There was no one in that part of the Temple, not even servants. And yet, there were guards at this instant. Imperial guards who passed by Nasus with their stolid faces though a mere whiff gave off the heady scent that followed them.

And as he moved close, the pungent perfume only grew stronger.

Renekton's room was only a mere ang-

"Hrmphh! Keep sucking bitch, that's what you know best!"

A foreign voice, deep, boomed from the illuminated bedroom. Through the threshold, light and shades were cast, delineating shapes... Mortal shapes.

And though it may sound stupid for a God to spy on his kin, Nasus stuck to the wall and leaned over. And what he saw made his jaw drop.

At the center of the room stood Renekton, his cream and emerald body coated in sweat and cum. His hips plunged to meet with a man below him while his hands worked to please those around him. Men in perfect shape, whose black skin revealed their Nerimazethian blood. But then, there were their armors set aside... Imperial armors.

"Please, use my Shuriman's mouth! Let me worship your superior cocks!" Moaned the Ascended right as the guards snickered.

And provided.

Their cocks in hands, they rubbed them against Renekton's muzzle and coated those scales with fluids. The scent was almost nauseating, as a waft of heady aromas rushed to Nasus' nose; and offended it. Meanwhile, his brother seemed to relish their presence. No, he was utterly drunk on the scents as he sucked those cocks one at a time, loudly inhaling from the men's pubes while he rode that lucky guard below.

Not only were they joking and mocking Renekton, talking to themselves low enough... But their jeers seemed to entice the deity for more. And those digits, clawed and powerful, revealed themselves attentive to the venal needs of the big black cocks.

"Yeah, that's right Shuriman bitch! You are addicted to us! Beg!"

"Please! Sir! Use my hungry mouth! I will be a good whore for you!" Whined the Deity without an ounce of shame. Even his hardened cock dripped with precum at the humiliation.

And as the Crocodile sucked and pleased his master, they took the opportunity to coat their cocks with a purple liquid, happily lapped.

This was obscene, absurd. And yet, Nasus felt the strain of his cockcage. No, the pain of being unable to free himself, to get any release.

This was perverted, but after his moment shared with his brother, he still felt... Needy.

Needy enough to adventure a hand on that furred ass, spreading the cheeks to feel his brother's semen against his fingers.

And a hungry hole that swallowed the tempting digit quickly. Then the second. Finally, the third.

"Breed my hole with your big black cock! My Shuriman's cunt needs it!"

Renekton squealed when he shifted position, and two men moved beneath him. They joined their cocks as they railed the Crocodile together, much more like a beast than a man.

And Nasus plunged his fingers deeper. He had no need to be guided; he merely encountered it. The needy gland, swollen and radiating with it. A spot he rubbed slowly while gritting his teeth. Before him, Renekton was debasing himself... Debasing who they were by letting mortals, former slaves, abuse an Ascended.

And yet, his cock burned within the cage. The gold did not halt the constant oozing. Precum leaked from it, wetting his loincloth as he rubbed his prostate and moaned.

"You love it! Don't you? Feeling real men's cock in your hungry ass! Once dicked, you squeal for us! Right?!"

"Yes! Yes sir! I admit! Fi- Fill me!"

Renekton was a whore, a wanton, a senseless addict to the Nerimazethian. And... Nasus bit his lips as he saw it... And imagined himself. He pictured himself at his brother's place. Foretasted the rich savor at the tip of his tongue, the taste of Ravan. He desired that big cock to stretch his hole thin, remembered the heat inside his orifice. Recalled how good it was to be in the Elephant's grasp or at the center of his attention.

Nasus increased the pressure on the gland, a bead of blood forming from his bitten lips as he held on to the helmet... And lowered it, slid it beneath the loincloth.

And he... Gave... In.

Cum poured from his cage. It drenched his loincloth, his hand, and Renekton's helmet alike. In a sigh of pure bliss, he felt all that pent-up tension in his testicles be released. More than with his brother before... This. This was intense, and better.

However, this instant of bliss was stopped as Nasus heeded steps from the corridors on the opposite side and leering laughter: guards, another group.

And here he was, his loincloth creamed, much like his brother's helmet.

He ran.

He fled from his Brother's room, returning to the sanctity of his own. Abashed, he hurled the Helmet away, heard it fall into a basin of pure water as he threw himself onto the bed.

Without cleaning himself. Without preparation. Without any meditation or careful preparation. He just slept through the shame, the horror, the delight, the passion.

The following days were like a haze for the Jackal.

Distraught and aloof, he returned the helmet to his brother and himself to his work. Isolated, he ignored requests and invitations, any guests or newcomers. His day was to be lost in his studies... And the nights. They were spent observing his brother from the decrepit room facing his brother's. Abandoned, disused, nobody lightened the lamps inside, and nobody checked inside.

Giving all the leisure for the Jackal to observe the Crocodile fall further and follow him.

"This feels good, right?" Egged on the familiar voice, a grin plastered beneath the trunk.

"... Yes."

"Better than your brother?" Pushed the voice, taking more from Nasus.

"... Yes."

The Jackal admitted it. He let those hands grip his cleaved asscheeks, tug on the muscles while the Ravan's erected black cock slid between them with ease. No, not ease, normalcy. It rang with truth in the Jackal's mind when the flared tip widened his inners again.

Far from the other Ascended or attendants, hidden within his office, Nasus leaned on Ravan's chest. His exhausted hips no longer answered his heed, his bestriding legs numb, his toes no longer curled when he desired. Instead, movement was the Elephant's doing.

In Nasus' feverish mind, it had been mere minutes. But a quick glance at the desk's hourglass indicated it had been more than an hour. And it was just as satisfying, just as pleasing, as delectable to feel that big black cock ram through his gaped and cum-coated rim. Everything in the place reeked with cum, and everything was coated with it: the sofa they were on, the desk, even the ground.

Moreover, his cockcage soaked in cum and precum, even a bit of urine. And in a thrill, more was added to it. Drops dripped and fell onto the Elephant's exposed belly before the lust-addled Jackal forced on for another kiss.

His idle fingers stroked the cheeks. Then descended to the neck as their tongue met and joined. His own, exhausted and smaller, and Ravan's, dauntless and vigorous, danced a moment; Then the weaker male's throat was ravished.

The Scholar fastened his eyes and savored the flood of saliva within his mouth; As much as the hands picking up the rhythm and lifting his body... And lowering it feverishly.

Ravan did not need for the Jackal to call for more, he was restless.

That trunk explored the Jackal's chest and stroked the erected nipples, rubbing them until they were sore and needy. His vice grip did not relent when he humped, rocked the sofa in the movement, and planted his shaft deep within. The sweaty testicles smacked the abused cheeks, though they were numb to the abuse. Only echoed the sound through the Scholar's body.

The Tusked man kept his tongue inside to silence the needy bitch and burdened that soul with desires and envy. Something Nasus accepted, welcomed. Whether it was the perverse delight of the shaft hammering his guts or the same distended guts churning with cum.

The cock throbbed and grew within while it smacked the Jackal's prostate and made him quiver. Then, that vice became of steel: anchoring the body to its destined seating as the hips met together with increasing intensity. Ravan's controlled breath evolved into grunts and moans.

He pulled out from the mouth.

Both gasped, both inhaled, both exhaled. But only Ravan roared as another flood of cum invaded Nasus' orifice. And swiftly leaked out, mostly due to the distended intestine being incapable of retaining any fluid.

But by then, Nasus no longer cared as he heaved against the Elephant's chest, inhaled that heady musk.

"You are restless, Nasus." Commented Ravan, his breathing returning to normal. Lazily, he stroked the spot between the Jackal's ears.

"Hmm... I cannot feel my legs." Muttered the Scholar back while pushing with his muzzle against the left arm. And forced its owner to raise it, granting access to what was beneath. Armpit, covered with a sweaty tuft of black hair that quivered an instant when he licked it.

"You did not beg me to stop."

"No need to." Humoured Nasus as he took another whiff between those arms. The scent was stronger here, more pungent, more concentrated. It swirled within the nostrils, plunged within his throat, then explored the lungs. And the taste against the tongue was divine.

Nasus took another lick and moaned. Then grumbled. Then crumbled against the Elephant's body, his arms giving in too.

"So much so you don't feel your legs, indeed. It has only been three days. And you summoned me here. Are you giving in?"

Nasus took another lick.

The taste was evidently better than most he had experienced in his life. It... Was tantalizing, always there to muster the worse from the Jackal.

But again, what else could he do?

With Renekton, the situation was increasingly difficult. There was no fighting, as it had been long ago. But everything was tense, and they were growing distant. Their discussion were terse and devoid of purpose, their unions few and far between. More than three days ago. And it left Nasus aching for more, even a minute after their coupling.

Renekton... Could not compare in any way.

Days ago, Nasus would have begged for some release. But now, Renekton's length barely managed to push his buttons much like Ravan did. He was even forced to simulate: to scream when those hips thrust in, bite his lips. He managed to persuade his brother with a few convincing cries, though his mind always returned to Ravan. Alas, he would not harm his Brother's ego.

But as soon as the Crocodile fulfilled his duty and hurried away, Nasus chased.

In his room, Renekton would be used and filled with dicks, if not with concoctions, while the Scholar pepped, almost a degenerate. And fingered himself, watching Renekton's sanity dwindle, their relationship fracture, and that desired manhood grow limp.

"... I... I am. I-"

"You cannot stop thinking about it, don't you?"

The voice comforted him as much as the trunk coiling around his neck. And Nasus nodded and savored. The cock throbbed again in his hole, pulsated against his prostate. How could he have lived without that Onyx Nerimazethian cock?

"This is normal. Shurimans and Ascended are no different. You act haughty, but once you get a taste of a black cock, you cannot think of anything else. That's how Azir and I ended up together."

Rough fingers fondled the Jackal's chest, stroking the softening figure.

"At first, he was doing this on a whim, telling me how he could stop at any moment. Then he begged me for a moment together, answered my whims if he could choke on my cock. And now, he is my wife. You're no different."

Nasus desired to grumble back an argument, but his words and wits were drowned within the hairy pits.

"There is no shame in admitting your inferiority. The same way you are deficiently "provided" by the Sun Disk. Renekton was wise to cage it for you, he helped you embrace your true nature. But he could not provide, merely offer a simulacrum to Nerimazethian's superiority."

The tone, the voice, grew darker and inspired. Yet Nasus listened and left the fingers grip his cheeks further, the trunk strengthening its vice... And that shaft throbs within him.

"This is why you, Shuriman and Ascended, sought to enslave and maintain us under the yolk. But this is to change. You are to change. Your ambitions, your desperate desires for conflict, will be quelled,, and your pride with it."

Retorts and shame swept away; a pitiful moan escaped Nasus.

"Velleity? From you? Tell me I am wrong. Oppose this truth an argument."

"This... Is absurd."

"Absurd?"

Ravan scoffed, then pried his hands away from the Scholar, from his ass. And in a whiplash, the Elephant summoned something before the clicking mechanism resonated within the room. In an instant, the Crocodile's golden jaws unlocked and revealed their content. A second later, Nasus no longer felt the cold embrace of gold around his genitals. And a glimpse revealed how the cage had been removed... Freeing that 8 inches cock.

Before Ravan seized it within a firm hand and began to stroke it.

After weeks without a digit grazing his skin and multiple orgasms, the sensation was raw. The pleasure was intense, so was the pain. So was the pain of contact, of the potentially chaffed cock as the Elephant rubbed and pulled on the foreskin, disregarding any pretenses.

"Absurd like a brother caging another? A deity who could never pass as a man? A slut donning the name of a scholar? Yes, this is absurd."

Mocked Ravan before he released the small cock and left it there: half-erected and pointing toward the ceiling. The flesh was bright red, the veins throbbed. But it was so dwarfed that it stood out like a pink prick amidst the coated coat.

"As absurd as you not admitting you are addicted. But I'll help you."

Without so much as a glance, the Elephant snapped loud enough for Nasus' ears to ring. And there, a guard descended the staircase and entered the office, saluting.

A personal guard, a member of the Imperial guards. A man who did not eye the coupling or sneer, his expression deadpan.

"The preparations are done."

His voice was controlled, his body of ebony, those muscles chiseled by Nature's talented hand.

Nasus could have observed him for longer, though his train of thought was interrupted by a kiss and a pair of hands lifting him from his current seating.

Schlorp, his asshole gave in: the relaxed muscles offered no resistance when the black cock finally retired from the gaped orifice. Air rushed to stroke the sensitive rim, and a shiver ran through Nasus while cum poured from his ruined hole. Until something was thrust into it. Cold metal, devoid of any faults, whose presence plugged the orifice, no different than a cock.

"You would not waste the seed of your betters." Sussurated the Ascend with a conniving grin, those hands firmly holding Nasus while guiding him to take a step... And another, despite the weakened muscles.

The trudging steps of Nasus were made worse by the foreign object in his ass, but he moved. And glanced at the Elephant who had guided him forth. The same who stood up, followed him, shadowed him, enticed him to continue.

"What is the meaning of... This?" Asked Nasus, sweat dripping from his neck when the Elephant's firm arm slid around his waist.

"We will visit someone?"

"Wait- Who?"

"Not Renekton, or someone who could divulge your appetite, you can be certain."

Responded the Black stud to the frantic voice, cajoling the Jackal while they followed the guard and ascended the stairs, each step made more difficult by the squirming Shuriman.

"They- Someone will see us like this! We are naked!"

He squealed, his voice trembling. Yet, the Elephant forced on the path until they arrived in the deserted and silenced Library. Except for the guards looking around, their faces akin to statues.

"Nobody will see it, my guards are ensuring your discretion. Now, you must learn to walk properly if you wish to please your Emperor."

"Emperor?" Asked Nasus, since Azir no longer accepted this title to be uttered.

"Yes. We are in an Empire, right? Now, keep your thighs clenched." Answered back the Elephant, sibylline, prior to raising a hand toward Nasus' genitals and pushing them down. "Tighter!"

The authoritative voice roared through the silenced Library.

And Nasus found himself closing his thighs, keeping them together while his manhood was pushed behind. Until he had to arch his back, watch his step... And sensed his oversensitive cock almost behind, nestled in-between. Each step was met with a harsh breath, a squirm, an exhalation.

"You will learn to walk like a good Shuriman. But I will not handle your education."

"... My education? What kind of education? And who?"

There was no answer. Ravan did not utter anything else but scolded the Jackal whenever those legs were spread enough to let his manhood be exposed. Their steps led them outside the Library, in broad daylight, but nobody was there to meet them.

And further, as they trudged to the Palace, through the corridors. Surely someone would follow the stench of lust permeating Nasus' fur. And yet, nobody witnessed as they moved through the Capital's palace... To end in the throne room.

Where Azir stood. Not sitting like an Emperor admiring his fief. But akin to a whore, with a leg thrown over the armchair and fingering his gaped hole lazily. No longer was the Emperor looking like a male with that generous chest, round belly, and shrunken manhood.

Wait... Was Azir entirely naked in his throne room?

And with an aghast expression, Nasus observed Ravan leaving his side and approaching the Emperor. For beak and tusk met in a tight embrace and for the former Emperor to walk forth, its curvy body retaining an ounce of its poise.

And for in that extended hand to rest something. A token, a trinket. A golden cage. Unmistakable.

"Do not worry, Nasus. I will help you, but no more nights with your brother." Stated the Emperor, clutching the cage, crushing it.

And as he released his grasp, so fell the scraps of gold and the pulverized topaz. No more trinkets and little lies; black hands reached for Nasus' plump backside. And a bottle was presented to his lips.

The liquid, rotten and sweet, dripped on his tongue as he drank... And accepted that lecherous hands were to replace the plug in his hole.

Renekton enjoyed the tongue pushing against his own. The soft caress of the muscle against his tenderized gum and lacking teeth. At first, their absence felt worse than abnormal: it sickened him. For decades, he had grown accustomed to those sharp teeth used to shred and rend flesh... Only now to have them pulled out regularly at Ravan's requests.

Though, not always. Not all of them, just the most prominent on the front.

"You wouldn't want to scrape such beautiful cocks? How could you worship your betters if you scrape their manhood?"

The jibe remained in Renekton's mind while the tongue plunged and caressed his own, adding saliva to the cum and sweat tastes coating the tastebuds. Then, the Deity was released and allowed to leave the room.

The thought still caught Renekton off guard. It was his room, his place. Yet, the Imperial guards, gifted by Ravan, were always there to limit his movements. They encouraged him to stay, promised more hours spent in their worship. And sometimes, more of that drug they had been providing him in ample amounts. It possessed the taste of flesh and wine with a piquant aftertaste. And Renekton was all too aware of the effect. His cock stirred not as much as before, and his body was... Curvier. He could still hide it by using a drape over his shoulder and lowering his posture.

But soon... Soon, it would not be enough. And people would question him; likewise, they did for Azir.

The same Renekton walked towards, his boots hitting the dusty ground as he passed through the corridors and watched the Temple's servants. Many hailed from Nerimazeth, many had joined recently... Most were men, young and fit.

Their presence was peculiar, but he saw in those people the same normalcy as for the Imperial guards roaming the Temple. They ensured the Ascended's protection. Though, from what?

From who?

Clearly not Renekton.

He chuckled and ascended stairs leading to a passageway joining the Temple and the capital's Palace, a shortcut only to be used by the Emperor. However, Renekton and Ravan had been privileged to use it. In daylight, the Crocodile's steps pushed him to cross the bridge shadowing the entire city.

Before him stood the Imperial construction, built over centuries. And yet, heeded no cries from the usual crowding at the doors. Nor of the busy court, perhaps it was a day without grievances.

Or those souls had been sent to Nerimazeth to inspect and work on the new seat of power Azir envisioned. Many artisans, engineers, artists, and sculptors had been dispatched to his new home, as the Bird called it. Though the idea undoubtedly hailed from Ravan. A project Renekton had no right to recuse.

He crossed the bridge, then passed through the threshold to the Imperial Gardens. Even in the worst hours of the day, the temperature was clement to the mortals among those pools of water.

As such, it was customary to have servants and nobles wandering the alleys of fronds, palm trees, and flowerbeds. But today, there were none. No whispers, no mendicants hiding in the Gazebos, or servants carrying a plate hastily. Even guards seemed absent while Renekton walked into the palace's shade and found the door closed. Leaving him with no choice but to turn and follow the walls, the blocked windows, until he overheard a whistle.

A sound, curious to be heard... No. Not a whistle, a chirp. Now unmistakable. Renekton stepped away from the shades and progressed through the alleys of gravel and encountered a peculiar vision. Imperial guards, as always. Most wore their plates and weapons, though some happily exposed their genitals while surrounding... Azir.

The Emperor. The Empress was sitting on a couch and faced away from Renekton, the helmeted visage ignoring the Crocodile in his approach. From the odd meeting came chuckles and distant jeers, and the Warrior was quickly noticed though nobody thought opportune to utter his name.

Only remained the gazes and nods while echoed leaking holes, smooshing kisses, and slurping licks. A cacophony of sounds, of unbridled mouths exploring their lover's bodies until the situation was unveiled. And Renekton's eyes opened wide.

At the center of the dais, surrounded by Azir and his cohorts, stood Nasus. Bound and blindfolded, the Jackal fur was matted with urine and cum, his arms strained against the iron cuffs.

Around him, guards cheered and rubbed their black cocks against the divine face as they defaced the man, the scholar, the former general.

"I am a good bitch... I am a good bitch..."

And instead abused the poor sod who extended his tongue in the hope of getting a reward, psalmodizing mindlessly. With a flick of the tongue, the spade at its tip danced, then met with Azir's exposed and cum-coated genitals, drooling over that pathetic remnant of manhood. At that moment, the former Emperor lasciviously stroked the face of two men latched onto the plump chest.

"Ah, you're finally here. I was about to ask where you were hiding."

No longer regal, Azir's voice was croaking and breaking at each word. Such abuse left scars on the Bird's vocal cords, though no regrets were expressed as Renekton was ushered.

The Warrior had not seen Nasus lately, in his Library or chamber. Though the Crocodile did not have many opportunities to visit him... And a tingle of shame came as he remembered how busy he had been in sucking and worshiping. And here was his brother, naked as he was, no longer bearing his cage.

Therefore, the Jackal's tiny cock stood erect while that darting tongue explored and licked the former Emperor's clean, tasting both the exquisite seed of a man and the bland juice of a failure.

Both he seemed to enjoy as he moaned.

"Please, I am a good bitch too... I want to become one..." Muttered Nasus through his ragged breath while Renekton approached and consigned his armor, part by part, to the guards he passed by.

"Yes, Nasus, you are a good Shurima bitch. My husband is satisfied by your efforts."

Shoulder pad, bracelets, boots, belt, even his skirt. Until he took his place by Nasus and knelt before the former Emperor. An Empress, whose belly was round with fluids and each exposed part adorned with gold. Lavish, eccentric, utterly shameless.

"He has even begged us to fuck him in public. His cunt wants nothing but the best. Not even his brother, that's right bitch?"

An indolent hand slid between those ample thighs, prying away the uncut 1-inch cock from Nasus' mouth. And in a scissoring motion, in a pinch, the bird displayed a red but soft glans. The exposed urethra glistened with watery fluids, translucent and tasteless. The results of drugs, treatment, and abuse.

The Legacy of the Emperor, of the Empire.

"Here. Have a taste."

And both took a taste.

Nasus, at first, whose blinded eyes made his advance slow and precarious. His pink tongue quickly snatched a bead. But then, Renekton inched forward to savor it too... And breathed against his brother's neck, muzzle, nose.

As the Jackal's composure broke, their tongue met and danced, sharing a taste they both craved and searched, the spades rubbing together. Until a raised hand pried the Jackal's mouth open, and both deities embraced. One daring, one doubtful... The two finally seeing when Renekton removed the blindfold to observe the closed azure eyes.

And then open with a teary expression of shame and doubt. One Renekton did not share as he caressed his brother, stroked his chin. The guards undid the bounds under Azir's watchful guidance.

"Ren-"

"Ahem."

Halting any further words, Azir cleared his throat and nodded. From there, both Ascended jumped and moaned: hands explored their backsides. Guards were attending to their needy bodies, whether those plump cheeks, the sweaty crevasses, the winking asshole. The fingers pushed in, multitudes and eager, while their victims exhaled, and then sighed.

"Renekton, Nasus. You have been steadfast and wise. You lent me an ear when I was young, your voice when an Emperor, now I need your trust as I am finally founding my own path and future."

Despite the hoarse voice, the former Emperor still managed to captivate both attentions as their bodies were worked on and their anus anointed with another dose of poison.

"Ravan desired for you to wait, but I decided it is better for you to face the truth."

With a finger, he beckoned both to return to his cock. To his taut small balls, to the limp cock that would never erect again.

"Especially when you showed both such eagerness in your education."

Whispered the Bird while calloused fingers danced within the large rumps... And tugged on their holes.

"My Emperor has decided it is better for all of us to return to our roots and leave this cursed place behind. From now on, Nerimazeth will be the capital of our Empire. Both Shurimans and Ascended will be welcomed there, given a better life and a purpose."

Bashful, the Jackal said nothing. But he hiccuped whenever his prostate was prodded. And that pitiful 6-inches cock leaked whenever a finger coaxed an exhalation out of this once-arrogant Jackal.

Renekton, him, endured silently... Nonetheless felt the tense caress, the whole hand sliding within his orifice, stretching the clenching rim wide, then pressing and malaxing the prostate. He rumbled, his throat filling with air when delight overtook him. And his half-hard erect shaft spurted precum on the dais.

"We will return to our origins and purpose, free from the burdens of old. This distasteful antique order, where we Shurimans are crushing our enemies and turning our best elements into conquering monsters. The ancestors' foolishness will be at last repaired, and we will usher in a new age. Us, immortals, have a duty to fulfill." Stated Azir, while another drop of watery precum was coaxed out of this impotent manhood.

"What will happen?"

Finally inquired Renekton, through another kiss to the taut testicles. And Azir's eyes narrowed before he snapped and let one of the servants pour the content of a flask onto his manhood, coating it and forcing both generals to lick it. And savor the delectable drug, the sweet nectar sizzling in their throat.

"A change in our lifestyles. Like you, and me, most of my courts already listen to the truth. Many bear the spade and accept their duties to their Nerimazethian's betters. The old blood has to be replaced by the new one, and upheaval is to happen. And for those who oppose my will, they will be dealt with swiftly. No one will refuse us our glorious future. This is why I count on you."

Unsure, faces and ears perked up.

Golden and Azure eyes were fixated on the Bird while ebony men kept licking and tugging on that chest. And stroked that extended neck. And on that grinning face, shameless.

In a schlurp, the hands were pulled away and replaced by black cocks poking at their entrance. With both Ascended on their knees, the Guards accessed their rump with ease... And nudged both deities to bow forward. However, no order was made for them to spread their cheeks with their hands.

"My steadfast friends, so eager to be blessed and helped in your sufferings." Cooed Azir.

Muscular, built for conflict and opposition, those shapely bodies were better made to serve and please their superiors. The glutes were chiseled by efforts, beneath the scales and muscles, and a customary glance revealed their winking and clenching holes whenever stroked by the breeze. Displayed the puckered rims oozing with fluids and lubricant, the seemingly soft and needy flesh.

Fit to be taken and fucked, right when the cock plunged in. And made both squirm, squeal, and drool.

"Az- Azir?" Questioned Nasus, his voice penetrating the shame to offer an indirect query. "What... of us?"

That voice stammered at the rhythm of the jabs inside. Brutal and frenzied, the thrusts rocked the Jackal's body while the gripping fingers jolted and trembled. Behind him echoed the _plap plap plap_of the ebony testicles hitting his ass whenever the cock hilted fully, amplified by the sweat dripping from those incensing orbs.

Fully commuted to breeding, the guard squeezed Nasus' sides and anchored himself while hammering their hips together. And if the cheeks were not covered with hair, the skin below would have appeared iridescent red as each smack was enough to steal a squeal from the Jackal.

"Of you?" Chuckled the Emperor, using one hand to perfunctory stroke one guard's cock while the other supported a tense and churning scrotum.

"You are to join me publicly and bask in our Emperor's glory."

The voice still ruined, yet remained an echo of charisma behind the zealous attitude.

"Ravan is a God among us, but also a man. As such, his needs are to be satisfied by Shurimans. But a failed man like me can't do much to please him, especially as he considers me too frail."

Another chuckle, as if an untold joke had been shared with the two. However, the truth stood in Azir's representation. Despite the gradual corruption of exposure, the former Emperor had always remained proper and shapely during his public apparitions.

Retaining his strength and inclination to abuse was undoubtedly difficult for Ravan.

"But you are perfect: two proud Ascended who accept your purpose given by life and blessings. And I fondly remember our time shared together. We shall share a husband too."

There, slack-jawed, the Crocodile observed the former Emperor now focusing on the cock in his left hand. The eyes were pried away from the brothers, who were now used and abused. A black cock pressed at the tip of Renekton's maw but not further.

The intense perfume, the raw scent, the perfect taste were just at a flick of one's tongue. And the General indulged in it, his wide tongue coiling around the uncut shaft to taste the sweat and precum on it. Likewise, to the hint of cum and Azir's flesh, while he dutifully cleaned the magnificent shaft. He worked to satisfy a man... No... His better.

"Think about it, Nasus. Should you join me, you will no longer fret about your inferiority. People will acclaim your presence anew and follow the wise curator who helped bring down a dynasty of pain and war. All while freed from needs and desires, all of those taken care of by your husband. Imagine what your brilliant mind could do for Nerimazeth."

Azir's voice tantalized and chanted while his talons moved and clicked a few inches away from the deities' genitals. Then the claws opened, and the feet rested against the plump testicles, threatening them both.

A threat they ignored as they partook in desires left unanswered for far too long. And that was how the Jackal silenced his cries and worries by pushing his sensitive muzzle and nostrils down below one's arms. As always, with the temperatures within the Empire, sweat drizzled from the skin and coated the hair, giving its sacrilegious but heady scent.

"And you, Renekton, are you not better on your knees? No longer battling senseless conflicts, finding purpose in worship and pleasure? Given the role of the dominant, of a tyrant, but you are feeling better as a slave, aren't you?"

None could refute the words or reflect on them.

Drowned in the pleasures of such cocks tending to their holes, plastering their prostate with precum, and pressing the swollen organ relentlessly, they quivered. Their muscles, prepared for war and conflict, were unnerved by the lust. Likewise, their wits and wills. How could they refuse such truth? Renekton and Nasus loved to be abused that way. Both loved to be facefucked by a black man or worship their body.

Nerimazethians possessed the strength and desire to use Ascendeds, did not need to restrain themselves. There were no mind games or ploys here, merely pleasure and reality.

It was true, clear, perfect. They could fully embrace who they were, and those studs accepted it. Truly a blessing, brought by Nerimazeth.

"If you become my Husband's concubines, you will be freed from your current preoccupations. Waging war is beneath our renewed Empire, and the menial tasks will be allotted to Shuriman servants. Only will remain, worshiping. It will remain necessary, as you must be an example for all to follow. But no longer will your mind be clouded by senseless fears."

The talons slowly closed on the churning organs, threatening them as the heat within them intensified with each thrust from the guards.

"Are you willing to follow me? Will my steadfast friends help me proclaim the superiority of Nerimazeth to this world? What do you live for?"

The claws clenched further, their threatening edge gently caressing the scales and fur. Cold sweat poured on Nasus' back as his eyes moved: not drawn to the emperor, the ground, but to Renekton. His brother he gazed while their faces met, despite the deprecation they weathered, of men pulling on their bodies.

"Please, give them a moment to say it."

Dismissed Azir, ceasing the constant rubbings and explorations, halting the thrust. It left the two deities marred with fluids and desires. And they nodded, though Nasus was the first to stretch his neck.

"I... I want to serve men. I'll be a concubine for Ravan,. Let me serve my true Emperor, my purpose."

A proper answer met with a grin, the pressures on the Jackal's testicles released. Though remained the crocodile, his brazen eyes enlightened and his voice conveying his deepest desires.

"I am a slave! I want to be a slave for my Nerimazethian betters! I live for black cocks! I will serve!"

Another snicker, the talons finally removed and the legs lifted. Lifted then pulled by the guards surrounding and suckling on Azir's chest. Their powerful arms moved in unison as the Bird slid on his back, his plump tits attented to. While the tainted orifice to the deities, oozing with fluids.

And ushered, both Nasus and Renekton went to kiss Azir's hole, sliding their tongues in it. In a flick, both muscles danced together, tastebuds rubbing against tastebuds, drenched in cum and saliva.

For an instant, they fastened their eyes and enjoyed that tender embrace, until the guards moved in.

Sliding inside their holes, sliding inside Azir's holes, the black guards pulled the sluts away from their deviant pleasures, leaving them the mere solace of watching Azir being defaced. Two cocks sliding in his hole in harmony, one pulling whenever the other entered.

"You are perfect."

Suddenly echoed a voice behind them, along with a slow clap as an acclamation.

Stump, stump, stump. The steps resonated through the vacuous garden, leading both deities to look over their shoulders to admire Ravan entering their vision.

On his path, guards fell in line, even if many wore nothing but their chest pieces. And in the Sunlight, the Elephant's ebony skin glistened as if a statue of pure Onyx.

"I doubted you were ready and prepared, but my wife thought opportune to claim her desire to you. And you accepted it, both."

Chuckled the Elephant while snapping. And the order came for the guards inserted in Renekton and Nasus to take their leave.

But those in Azir continued, making him squeal and cry, moan and proclaim his love.

All while, the new Emperor stepped forth to caress the Ascended's heads with a delicate touch.

"Today is a great day for Shurima, and you may watch it." He stated before pointing his trunk in the Bird's direction... As more watery fluids escaped from that nub.

"Azir saw to become the eternal Emperor. But today, this is the last day of his manhood. The Noctua's honey has done its work. And so it will be for you. Admire what awaits you."

And they admired. And they enjoyed each second of that sight, of the claimed Emperor accepting his fate.

Their mouths tended to their Emperor's soft manhood, but their eyes were only for the failed Empire's leader. Watching those nuts clench and produce nothing of importance, as they never did. And for that pretty face to be coated with tears.

Water dripped down, drops fell onto the meticulously carved marble steps as Nasus ascended from his perfumed bath.

Contrary to what Nasus remembered and expected of Nerimazeth, the city and the palace itself stood as a masterwork, pulled by an inspired mind and constructed by marvelous artisans.

An ordeal orchestrated by Ravan, who had sought the greatest minds and engineers to construct each chamber and adapt their structures to the Ascended forms.

Many of them had followed the Exodus, and Azir, in a desire to change their ways. It was odd to imagine that many immortals had tired of their duties, yet it made sense when comparing to their lascivious existence within Nerimazeth.

His shame obliterated, plucked away by a sense of purpose, Nasus walked by the servants hailing from Shurima. Each step from Jackal was cautious as he naturally clenched his thighs together until nobody could catch sight of his manhood, not even those who already offered towels to the hulking form. Some were former guards, nobles, or even merchants. Their hands bore no marks of servitude, but iron collars were sightable when they rushed to wipe any trace of scented water from the Concubine's fur by rubbing the soft fabric against the lithe body.

Something Nasus did not lose compared to his peers who underwent the same treatment as he did.

The muscles were there but no longer underlined as the arms and legs had lost their prominent strength. Instead, flesh and fat had accumulated along his hips and began to gather over his chest, giving him a more feminine body that stood in contrast with his rigorous face.

Attached to the fattened and large nipples were rings of pure gold whose weight pulled down his chest while bringing the eyes to the budding form. But so was the rest of the adornment: earrings, a navel ring, and a few barbells attached to his ears. All gold. Almost all of the Jackal's body was of gold as spades and vines had been drawn on that fur, enchantment to change the coat's color. The signs of his desires were branded just above his pulled groin until he unclenched his thighs and exposed his manhood.

Nothing but a nub, his cocklet was almost hidden within the foreskin's folds, while his testicles were smaller but taut from envy. A sight, despicable and to be hidden, as one Nerimazethian guard approached with a token. A cage, a golden cage, he quickly set.

The gift of Renekton had been replaced. Instead of a crocodile's jaw stood an elephant whose trunk ensnared the shriveling manhood. The enchanted trinket was not only self-cleaned, but it adapted to the wilting flesh and ceaselessly rubbed against Nasus' dicklet... Although the sensations were distant, even as he caressed Ravan's token of affection for a second.

"Nasus?"

Pulled away from his thoughts, the Jackal noticed that all servants had vacated the bathroom with its multiples pools, leaving only the snickering Imperial guard. And Renekton.

A deity, no longer.

The armor had been stripped from the squat frame, replaced by silky ribbons over the shoulders and a translucent white skirt around the Crocodile's groin. A cloth that could not conceal the golden cage beneath, selfsame as the one burdening Nasus.

Likewise, the spades and vines as they formed a representation of a womb above the Crocodile's waist. Gold and adornment were similar, though a detail struck Nasus. His brother's missing teeth and the grin without, while his straightened frame advanced.

"Don't try to pull on it. It will only be removed in due time."

The Crocodile croaked while reducing the distance. The hands moved, and without losing a second, they began to pry the Jackal's fingers away, unveiling the beauty of the cage. Of the eyes made of rubies or the molten welding spot where the keyhole had been.

For the cage was never to be removed unless... For one condition, one they were nearing, and Azir had reached.

But, with the fingers removed, Renekton took the opportunity to brush the testicles. From which, Nasus squirmed and squeezed his thighs together in return, taking a step back.

"I-... No. I was just... Pondering. Renekton."

"About?"

"About... Well. Your cage. I am sorry it was destroyed during the transition. I was a bit mad at Azir for doing this, but again... I could not tell you the truth." Said Nasus, eyeing one of Renekton's nipples ring before tugging on it. And as expected, the Crocodile almost purred while playing with the cage.

"Again with that? You do not need to. This was a trinket, a fond madness you let me indulge in. It was temporary, and we have found better, us both. Isn't it better?" Slurred and grinned the Crocodile. "Would you prefer to have mine or Ravan's?"

Nasus sighed, of course he knew which to choose. And pointed down, inducing laughter from Renekton, who leaned forth and kissed that muzzle.

"See, this is not so difficult. I told you, all of this is behind us. The cheating, the fear, the doubts. We can be happy and satisfied. It doesn't matter; now we are the Emperor's concubines."

This was the truth. Nasus was no longer the General or Curator. Just a Concubine. A title he appreciated but still felt odd at times. It seemed too easy, too simple. Even as they encountered their gravid Empress regularly, with that beak split in beatitude.

A line of thoughts interrupted by a finger hooking his hole, pulling on the sensitive flesh. The overly sensitive flesh, to the point Nasus squealed and spurted in his cage.

"Ren-"

Added Nasus, tentatively. Only for his voice to break into a cry when the finger pushed deeper and grazed his prostate. No, not grazed, squeezed it. And the poor Jackal was left whimpering as more watery cum spurted from his cage.

A ceaseless tide of pleasure that did not stop as the Crocodile pressed their muzzles together in a kiss, the tongue planted firmly in that mouth. Though it did not stop Nasus from sensing the toothless gum and tasting his brother's saliva for the moment it lasted.

Before the Crocodile withdrew, both fingers and mouth.

"Feeling better?"

Better was not the word. Spent, exhausted, weak. Those could be used, but not better to describe Nasus.

"Y- yes. Let's... Let's see Ravan."

Meekly added Nasus, the head low. While the Crocodile turned around the Jackal, and received a plug from the guard. Another token, with a small chain that was to attach at the ring cinching Nasus' testicles. In a pull and a yelp, the masculine genitals were maintained hidden and anchored to the plug. A plug he slid in the ever-gaped asshole before giving a firm smack on those cheeks.

"Here. I'm sure the Emperor will love you like this."

In a former life, Nasus would have blushed and grumbled. At this moment, he only grumbled and kept his head low as they left the baths.

Renekton first, followed by the Jackal.

In a sense, due to being the last to join their strange union, Nasus almost remained apart from the trio formed by Renekton and Azir. However, he did not waste time finding means to attract the Elephant's attention. Whether it was the rings he used, in an alloy of gold to pull the nipples the right way, or the barbells ear piercings, he was almost setting up fashions for the Ascended and Shuriman slaves. Perhaps his plug and chain would finally attract Ravan's attention.

Though, he was stopped in his track as their path led them through the enlightened corridors, on the refined rugs depicting the Empire's supremacy. They stepped close to the busts representing the former leaders of Nerimazeth, but there were no traces of the original dynasty as their names were no longer uttered, lest the wrath of Azir occurs.

Stepping further, they met Ascended like them. Men and women alike, either at the arms of mortals or other Ascended. The latter were often filled by blessed soldiers who underwent the Ascension recently to join Ravan and become his most fervent followers. And their forms attracted the eyes, though the truth stood as Renekton and Nasus were envied by any inferior beings.

In the end, only a few refused the spade or their fate, and were promptly dealt with and exiled. While those who remained, those who embraced their purposes, lived here.

The legs barely holding his weight and trembling, Nasus fought against his balance as they approached the Throne room and met with a familiar sight at its threshold. Azir, gravid and no longer known as the Emperor. And Ravan, the newly anointed one.

A couple, as perfect as it seemed perverted.

The elephant's trunk caressed the Bird's chest, the gurgling and gasps from Azir resonated within the corridor as much as their tongues danced. Fingers toyed with the Empress' gaped orifice.

In their embrace, feathered hands grazed the Emperor's big black cock, who was no longer hiding it away. Why would he hide perfection? Why would he disown his own superiority by concealing it beneath robes and clothes?

Only the Shuriman blood was to hide, to fear the truth as their cocks were caged and their future sealed.

"Ah, finally. All my concubines are here."

Stated the Elephant who a smug grin, his trunk lifted as he beckoned the Crocodile and the Jackal. And it felt... Natural to heed his call, sense the hand cupping his cheeks, and enjoy those fingers toying with the plug.

Nasus... No, all Shurimans were Ravan's property and had to appreciate his gifts and caress. Perhaps in time, all the world would accept the superiority of Nerimazeth.

But for the moment, Nasus accepted what he had been given. And let the fingers hooked around the chain guide him alongside Azir, alongside Renekton.

Today, they would be the Emperor's concubines and bask in his glory.